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On
the
dresser
was
a
plate
of
sausages
and
white
pudding
and
on
the
shelf
there
were
eggs
.
They
would
be
for
the
breakfast
in
the
morning
after
the
communion
in
the
college
chapel
.
White
pudding
and
eggs
and
sausages
and
cups
of
tea
.
How
simple
and
beautiful
was
life
after
all
!
And
life
lay
all
before
him
.
In
a
dream
he
fell
asleep
.
In
a
dream
he
rose
and
saw
that
it
was
morning
.
In
a
waking
dream
he
went
through
the
quiet
morning
towards
the
college
.
The
boys
were
all
there
,
kneeling
in
their
places
.
He
knelt
among
them
,
happy
and
shy
.
The
altar
was
heaped
with
fragrant
masses
of
white
flowers
;
and
in
the
morning
light
the
pale
flames
of
the
candles
among
the
white
flowers
were
clear
and
silent
as
his
own
soul
.
He
knelt
before
the
altar
with
his
classmates
,
holding
the
altar
cloth
with
them
over
a
living
rail
of
hands
.
His
hands
were
trembling
and
his
soul
trembled
as
he
heard
the
priest
pass
with
the
ciborium
from
communicant
to
communicant
.
--
CORPUS
DOMINI
NOSTRI
.
Could
it
be
?
He
knelt
there
sinless
and
timid
;
and
he
would
hold
upon
his
tongue
the
host
and
God
would
enter
his
purified
body
.
--
IN
VITAM
ETERNAM
.
AMEN
.
Another
life
!
A
life
of
grace
and
virtue
and
happiness
!
It
was
true
.
It
was
not
a
dream
from
which
he
would
wake
.
The
past
was
past
.
--
CORPUS
DOMINI
NOSTRI
.
The
ciborium
had
come
to
him
.
